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Show -388- for a swim. That would make him feel better. He was sure It would. Even the thought made him feel better. When he got into the house, he announced that he thought he would attend the meeting on Sxinday. He also said he thought he would have a martini. Would the others join him? His daughter and his wife, relieved at seeing him appear so normal, said they would. But it was obvious they had been talking about him. No sooner had he brought the drinks and they were seated before the fireplace than his daughter again brought up the question of seeing a doctor- She did it in a half-teasing manner to which he usually would have responded in kind, but his mind seemed no longer capable of irony or of dealing with it In others. What she said was: "I don't see why you're so stubborn about seeing a psychiatrist. It's no big deal. I've got friends who've made it a way of life." All he could think was, why are they pushing me? Again his mind was flooded by gloom, and he could no longer sit with them. He picked up his drink and walked out again onto the patio. |
